~Stefan had blown it. His selfishness and defensive statement towards Wrench had made her so angry she wanted to spit in his face. Elena was softly weeping; she wanted know why Wrench was being so harsh to her. The other humans were too shocked to even breathe. Even Damon, the least of all the people in the room, was so baffled by his sister's explosion.

Wrench's body was quivering with rage, her mind racing and a headache beginning to form between her eyes.

"How dare you speak to me like that, Stefan Salvatore! I am your elder sister, and I may be weaker than you, but at least I can throw a car over my head without the need to feed!" she screamed at him. Stefan's teeth were bared and pointed, hissing at Wrench. "No one ever tells me what to do! Got that?!" She turned to Damon. "And you! How could you leave me like that?! I was bleeding and broken, and you just left me walking home on one foot and I came up with a FEVER! A FEVER! VAMPIRES DO NOT GET FEVERS!"

"Tanya Mai, you know I would never..." Damon said, trying to calm his sister, but she interrupted.

"Don't tell me you would never leave me, because it's obvious you don't ever care about anyone but yourself!" Wrench's rage was triggering something in her mind. Little Power flowed through her, but there was a stored area somewhere in the back of her head that was trying to break free of it's prison. What could it be?

Elena was whimpering something underneath her breath, arms reaching out for Wrench, crystal tears running down her face. Wrench snarled, and snapped her teeth at Elena. Stefan got in her face, gripping her by the throat. Wrench shoved him into the window.

At that point, things began to go chaotic.

Thunder crashed outside, and lightening forked down onto the earth. It made the room shake slightly, but hard enough to knock over loose objects. The shattered window's glass started to fly straight towards Elena, Stefan, and Damon, and all three flinched and yelped at the pain. Damon flung himself at his sister to get her to stop her destruction and think, but her eyes and hands threw him into the bathroom, crashing into the bathtub, breaking off fragments of the marble tub.

The humans were all catching hold of something to hang onto the shivering room, but strangely, Bonnie was calm and gentle, watching with approving eyes. Meredith and Matt were yelling at Wrench to stop, but Wrench didn't care.

The room shook harder, and the lamp on the bedside table flew off, the chair in the corner began to sway violently, and the contents in the closet started to swing back and forth, knocking against each other.

Elena was fighting right back, reaching out to Wrench, saying things in a language no one in the room could understand. Wrench stood perfectly still, feeling rage vibrate off her body.

"I can't believe you both just don't understand just how your own sister feels about life and about how the people around her treat her!" Wrench shouted louder. "Five hundred and nineteen fucking years of suffering and being so alone, but I guess the whole world is just too selfish to see or hear the cries and pain around them! Why won't you two just open your eyes for once and look around at your surroundings instead of your own selfish wants?!" Stefan was still growling at her, and Damon was shouting Italian sentences at her.

It was a lightening storm outside now, thunder and lightening crackling outside.

Then it was like a monster had been released from Wrench. Black claws that came from nowhere tore up the bed, another black silhouette pried the floorboards up from the floor, the dresser and closet was going hai-wire, and the lights in the whole boarding house began to flicker. Wrench charged at the floating angel in the middle of the room.

Then...it stopped.

The storm was gone. Lights blew out, but stopped their blinding flashing ceased, and the black monsters disappeared. The window halted throwing glass at the three intended targets. The only other sound was Wrench's drinking and Elena's whimpering.

Wrench was draining Elena's blood, drinking large amounts then spitting them out all over the floor. She didn't have the stomach to drink Elena's blood, so she just drained her blood fatally enough to kill her slowly. Wrench then stood up and glowered at Stefan, smacking him across the cheek again. Elena's rocket-fulled blood dribbled down her mouth.

"Thanks for paying up," she snarled at him. Then walked out after kicking Damon in the stomach.

~Back at the shop, Zane was just putting a twenty dollar bill into the cash register when he spotted Wrench making her way towards the stairs leading up to the dorms. He asked Jake to take over the counter, and rushed out to greet her.

"Hey Wrench. Dan wants us to...what's wrong?" he suddenly asked, noting her angry expression and stressed brows. "Did something happen?"

"Nothing. I just need to get out of here," she spit, and dashed upstairs. She slammed her door shut, nearly throwing it off it's hinges.

"Damn, fucking, shitty, selfish sons of bitches!" she shouted, raking hands through her hair violently. With a growl of rage, she threw her clothes from her drawers off into the shadows, she ripped her pillows to feathers and shreds, and she gnawed on her arm to keep from screaming. But the pain in her now bleeding arm gave her more anger and frustration.

Soon her room was left like a tornado had been whirling in it, Wrench sprawled across the floor, panting. I need a therapist, she thought to herself. Wrench's thoughts were overwhelming her mind, covering all good things with negative thoughts and visuals. A soft knock on the door.

"What?!" she screeched at the door. Her throat hurt from yelling and screaming so much; her shout came out as a hoarse croak.

"Um...are you okay, Tanya?" Zane's sweet, soft voice echoed through the doorway. She opened her clamped shut eyes and looked at her best friend. He drank in all the destruction that was her room.

"No; I feel like shit, buddy," she admitted, still sprawled out on the floor. She made no move to stand up. Zane, looking so worried and obviously confused, shut the door to the bedroom and bent over her, running a hand through her hair. "I hurt everywhere, Zane." Tears came to her eyes. She began to shake very violently. It was true; her entire self was controlled by spikes of pain through out her body. Even her fingertips hurt.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked gently. She shook her head, crying again. Zane took Wrench by the arms and stood up clumsily, and he kept a good hold on her, hugging her. "Tanya Mai, what's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong," he whispered into her ear.

"Zane, I can't," she mumbled back. Wrench pulled her head back enough to look at his deep, grey eyes. "There are somethings that I want to tell you, Zane. Things that have been with me longer than you think. I would just love to tell you them, but there are other things that are required to be kept secret. And the reason why I'm so upset is because of those things. Right now, I just can't tell you because I have so much on my plate right now and..."

"Take it easy, Tanya. I wasn't asking for a whole speech. If you don't have the guts to tell em now, then I'll wait. And I don't mind waiting." He said right before she was going to intervene and say something. "Just tell me soon so you don't suffer and keep it bottled up." He kissed her hair, hugging her closer to him. "I just feel bad that you can't tell me and that I can't help out."

"Actually you just holding me is making me feel better," she confessed into his shoulder. Zane laughed, then held her a little bit more. Wrench, in the meantime, was flushing.

Wrench had admitted into her diary that Damon gave her that she had fallen for Zane. Yes, Tanya Mai Janine Salvatore, known for never to fall in love and to always be so stoic and harsh, had a huge crush on her best friend. Who can help it? Zane was a real looker.

Zane had many qualities about him that attracted Wrench to him. His smell was intoxicating; he smelled earthy and fresh, like most men should smell but never do. And her vampire senses smelled his blood combined with his skin's fragrance. Mouth-watering.

His body was like a model's, sculpted gorgeously around the torso area. A huge six-pack-it now evolved into an eight-pack because that boy worked out so much-was generously chiseled, and his chest was pumped and wonderful, like soft pillows had been stuffed into his chest. His arms were long and warm, and his legs...dear God. It was like God himself put little engines in Zane's feet that could make Zane seem like he could run two hundred miles an hour; they were so strong.

What she found the most attractive was his perfectly shaped face. Square and full, lips thick enough to make girls go crazy over them, and a straight nose. His hair was glossy and black, and his eyes were two deep pools of cloudy fog that could suck someone in and they could be lost forever.

Wrench realized that Zane was whispering her name, her full name, rolling off his tongue in that sweet French she loved to hear him say. Tanya Mai...Tanya Mai...Vos yeux sont si bruns...

Wrench became dizzy. It seemed as though her troubles and pain were melting away somewhere to experience for later. Right now, all that was there was this strange longing for Zane Borington, her best friend. Zane himself was nearly as mesmerized as her, watching the rubies in her eyes glimmer and sparkle. He leaned in his mouth and nose, sniffing her.

"Vous sentez comme les roses et comme les lys..."She heard him speak that fluent French perfectly, and her heart fluttered. She loved the natural language of French. Oh, she knew it fluently, being five hundred years old and all, but she had always dreamed that someone else would speak to her in that same romantic tongue. She knew Zane knew how to speak French, since his family origins were French, but he rarely ever spoke French. He only used it when he swore secretly.

"Ваши глаза походят на объединения облачного тумана, столь глубоко и задумчивый..." she spoke back. Wrench also knew that none of the boys knew how to speak Russian, so she used her second native tongue to give him a compliment back.

They leaned into each other slightly, both licking their lips eagerly, wanting to just kiss one another. Wrench kept her arms locked around his neck, standing so close to him their chests were touching. Zane's hands splayed across her back, holding her tightly to him.

Just a little bit more...one small peck on the lips...alone and in love...so close...

"Borington! Salvatore! Where are you two?" Dan shouted from outside the hallway. Zane and Wrench sprung away from each other as though they had been electrocuted. Zane shook his head confused, and Wrench's anger was boiling up again.

"I think I need to go," Zane said hastily.

"Good idea," Wrench agreed, watchign him leave her and her torn up room. Now she was more mad than ever. And not just with her brothers or Elena, either